Well after what seemed like years of planning (it was actually about 7 months!) the big day was nearly upon me. I did feel out of it for as my MIL and my mother had decided to organise the whole thing. They saw I was a bit flusterred at times and took this to mean I couldn't cope. Even deciding on the dress was overtaken by the mothers. In the end I just decided on what she liked more than me, it was easier. It was probably the first dress that was bought without John being there. The dress was very traditional. It was a ruffled satin dress with beaded bodice, full sleeves with a chapel train. I thought the first time I tried it on it would be quite heavy but it was suprisingly light but quite restrictive. The MIL paid for the dress which was nice of her but I believe she paid for it so she could have control. Well several alterations were made and after four fitting sessions the big dress was sorted much to my relief.
Although John probed me a bit on the dress he did insist that I wore traditional hoisery. I really wanted to go bare legged as I new I would be hot but this was out of the question. His mother even chose the hoisery and underwear. She chose a satin style thong to my surprise, a floral styled bodice basque with suspender attachments and three pairs of white slightly patterned stockings. The shoes were rather plain. John did try and get me to go for a pair of heels but knowing how much standing I would doing I really wanted a pair of ballet pumps and ended up with a pair of satin pumps which fitted like a glove.
My hen night was rather a low key affair. By now my friendship circle had changed and the wild party nights I once enjoyed were gone but I still had a nice meal and few drinks. Very different to John's stag night. He went to Northern Ireland for the weekend and well that is about as much as I know.
The night before John stayed at his mothers but his mother stayed with me. My mother also stayed the night before. I remember I couldn't sleep a wink the night before. I woke up as soon as the light came through the curtains. It was only about 5 o clock but I just couldn't lie there so I took a nice bath. It must of woken the MIL and my mother up. I dragged myself out of the bath in just a robe to find MIL fully dressed and waiting to dress me. Come I thought, its only quarter to six!
I dried off and she started work on my nails. I just left her to it. Filing, cleaning and painting the dam things. I never really bothered with my nails until meeting John but he liked painted nails so I was sort of use to it now. The hairdresser was booked for 8.30 so I ate a little breakfast but didn't feel like much. Back upstairs my mother had arisen. I was ready to put my under clothes on but didn't want to undress infront of my MIL. Nonsense she said, you have got nothing to hide my girl, come on, now. Oh well, me told. I dropped my towel, thining who cares and then I realised my mother probably doesn't know I shave down there. I could see the suprise on her face when she looked. She didn't say anything though. I slipped on the basque, knickers and rolled up the suspenders and mother clipped them on. My mother then started to apply some foundation and make-up. The pampering went on for what seemed like ages until the door bell went. The hairdresser at last. Another hour went by and by this time my two bridesmaids had arrived. These were Johns cousins children, aged 10 and 7. They were really excited.
"Putting the dress on time" had arrived and I was helped with this. Mother had bought me a tiara and at last the veil. This was one thing that had caused some arguments. I didn't want a veil but John and his mother had said I had to wear a veil. The veil fell well below the shoulder, much too long than I wanted.
It took about 3 hours to get ready and we due to leave for the church at 11:30 so I was actually early but the car taking us was actually late so we kept with tradition. Dad helped me into the car with my mother and family driving ahead.
I was by now quite nervous as we approached the church. Well here we go I thought. The next time I come outside this church I will be married to John.
I don't remember much about walking up the aisle, I do recall everyone standing and watching me, something I didn't like. I am much a person that doesn't draw attention to ones self. It was great to see John waiting for me and he complimented me on my dress, as he should! The service was lovely and even the vows went smoothly. Yes I did the traditional vows of love, honour and obey. John raised my veil and kissed me. It felt wonderful, I was actually married now.
The reception was a touch too formal for me, but it was nice. It was organised by the MIL. It was held at a grand manor house with lovely gardens but the rain put a stop to any outside photographs. My fathers speech made me cry, it really was well put together and touched me. It suprised me. The best mans speech made reference to Johns pre marriage days much to his horror.
The first dance went lovely too and I was glad I was wearing ballet pumps now. John lowered my veil for the dance, I don't know why but I didn't want to argue so left it down. As the night went on I had a few drinks too many and was feeling a bit giddy. John had only consumed a few drinks but was eager to leave the reception to go to the bridal suite. When we were leaving he again asked me to lower my veil. Why I said? Because I want you too, you look so innocent and submissive with your veil down. Most guests had drank too much by now so no comments were made about my veil.
The bridal suite was well away from the reception, so far away you couldn't even hear the music. He picked me, put me over his shoulders and carried me into the room.
He took some photos of me in my wedding dress and asked me to remove my gloves and shoes. He then started to touch my vagina through the wedding dress before asking me to remove it. It took a while before I was standing there in my stockings, bodice, veil and knickers. I always felt a bit uneasy about him taking pictures of me half dressed but posed for him anyway. He took a loads of photos before lifting me onto the bed. It was a lovely time. He took his time, there was no rushing and he held me in his arms and kissed me before making love. It felt very special and he made it special this time. We both fell asleep afterwards, both exhausted from the days events.
John woke me early in the next morning for oral sex, which I of course obliged. He was a bit more forceful than last night, I think his needs were clearly priority. He finished his way with a facial and wouldn't let me go the bathroom to wash. Oh I so wanted to but he insisted. I think it was only about five thirty so we drifted back to sleep again.
John wanted an early start to our honeymoon, mainly I think to avoid the guest! He woke up at 6.30 and we showed together. John started to dry me off with his towel and said he wanted me to wear a small butt plug for the journey as as little reminder. I dislike anything really around that area but wanted so much to please so I agreed. At least I was quite lubricated from the shower. Luckily it was quite small and he slowly applied it with me bending over a chair. There was slight discomfort when I stood up but I got use to it. John had chosen my clothes for that day. A gypsy style skirt, light blue blouse with a cardigan and brown tights. He wanted my hair in tied back in two's which I did for him.
We had a small breakfast in our room and then off into the car for the drive to Scotland for our honeymoon. No fancy foregin holiday, but that didn't bother me. Now I was married my first week of married life lay ahead.
